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Ultima dois semanas….

The last 2 weeks in Brazil went away so quickly it almost felt like it never happened. I was torn between just staying back in Rio and dancing away every night or heading to Florianapolis and lying around in the beach or diving in Ilha Grande or taking a boat ride down Pantanal (the Kerala of Brazil)…. But, then I figured that it involved 20 hour bus journeys or 2 hour boat rides, both I was sick and tired of.. So, I just decided to head to Sao Paulo and attend classes at the Capoeira Academy and do the ‘oh so brazilian things’ and ‘some not so brazilian things’ before leaving…

I drank Cerveja.. lots of it..

I ate Acai.. tons of it..

I overdosed on Guarana..

I ate at the cheap Comido por kilo places.. Ive now perfected the art of loading the plate only for 10 Reals or under..

I ate at the Japanese quarter of Sao Paulo… (Incidentally, some of the best Jap food in the world is served in Sao Paulo)

I ate at the best pizza place in the world .. (Thats what my host Luiza calls it)

I drank loads of coffee.. and bought lots..

I ate Pasteils in the Mercado Municipal.. (Mauricio in Chile. i did try to ask them if they would deliver in Santiago .. I remember your request… and they said thats not possible..)

I drank Caipirinhas.. (and even volunteered at a street fair trying to make some)

I drank Maracuja juice…. mmmmm,….

No guesses.. I am a foodie… In between all this eating and drinking, I did some Capoeira. I injured my wrist trying to do a stupid move that I cannot do and had to stop doing classes.

So, I decided to Samba instead… I went to my favourite Samba club and was amazed that I could sing a lot more than I could 5 months back.. the band remembered me and the singer (who looks like an ex boss of mine) even dedicated a song to me..

I learnt to click my fingers like the Brazilians.. (am still learning).. my right fore finger is almost green..

I bought some backless tops.. (god knows if I can wear them in India)

I went to a Brazilian waxing parlour and experienced excruciating pain… (they are not kidding when they say Brazilian women go through a lot of pain to look beautiful)

I shopped for Brazilian porn for an American friend… (and learnt about the different grades of porn)

I spent an afternoon reading Vinicius Moraes Poetry with a dictionary and fell in love with him..

I watched an Israeli film with Portuguese subtitles.. I think my Portuguese reading and comprehending level is way better than Hebrew listening level..

I went to a circus rehearsal with a girl from Honduras..

I went to a film archive and learnt about film restoration..

I bought hawainas… (brazilian rubber chappals)

I paid homage to Senna… visited his grave….

I downloaded Season 4 of Prison Break and saw most of it… and Im tired that its going nowhere.. and Michael is getting fatter..

I watched Lost with Portuguese subtitles and fell in love with Sawyer all over again..

I chatted with a Lebanese liquor store owner and discussed a part of the world I knew nothing about..

I hung out with wonderful couchsurfers..

I watched the corporate world walk by Aveneida Paulista as I sat around eating Acai flovoured ice cream in backpacker clothes… its a thrill…

I tried to hand stands in Ibirapuera park..

I slept on a few bus rides and missed my stops..

I bargained in Portuguese…

I discovered my artistic side and made a fabulous looking belt…

I skype called everyone I missed…

I tried to flip coins everyday to decide whether I should stay back in Brazil or leave.. I even tried best of threes..

Anyway… I did board that flight on 11th March. Took the metro to Tatuape and the bus the airport and drank a Cerveja and a Caparinha in the 1 hour in the airport. Quickly ate Acai too. Boarded the flight and was disappointed to find only Hollywood films and English music. Searched Delta In-Flight entertainment desperately for a Portuguese film. Spoke to the airhostess in Portuguese though she spoke fluent English. Was extremely delighted to be sitting next to a Brazilian exchange student. Saw the night lights of Sao Paulo as the flight took off.. and cried a bit…

The flight started heading northwards…. it got colder (though the flight had temprature control, I could feel the warmth of Brazil being sucked out of me) …. When I landed in Atlanta, the welcome was the coldest welcome in my whole life. Will do justice to that by writing the bitchiest blog post ever very soon.

Now Im here… cold…. missing Brazil sooo much… craving for Cafezinhos… missing hearing music everywhere… all the oh so Brazilian things… and wondering whether I should have done ‘best of 5′ when I flipped that coin. Only meeting my 2 school friends is making up for leaving Brazil.

Natal in Sao Paulo… Christmas to me is Luiza…

It was my first Christmas… Ive never really celebrated Christmas in India…. We were invited by Luiza Calandra and her family in Sao Paulo to spend Christmas with them… and it was so special…

If I start writing about the people I met and the food I ate and the laughs I shared, there won’t be enough space. I am just going to share some things I remember and love about the Calandras….

- Luiza, with her beautiful smile.. her eagerness to share.. her enthusiasm to shop.. her love for food.. her mischievous way in which she would joke about everything.. her passion for travel.. her warm hug.. Christmas to me will always be Luiza.

- Avo (Amelia, Luiza’s Grandma)… her hug every morning before wishing me Bom Dia.. her wonderful coffee that she brewed and kept ready in the flask knowing that I cant start my day without coffee.. her tolerating me speaking broken Potuguese and using sign language to communicate with her..

- Zuelikha… Luiza’s mom… my Amiga Secreta (secret friend is the game you play in christmas exchanging gifts)… someone with business in her blood.. could see that in the passionate way in which she spoke about her travel business.. (oooooh.. do i envy her)… a typical mom too.. could see the mom daughter chats and that made me miss my mom so much..

- Ricardo…. Luiza’s dad…. if there is a man who could cook that well in India, I would have married him for sure.

- Henrique… Luiza’s brother…. the crazy boy who loved to eat Luiza’s hair for some wierd reason.. who cracked jokes at every opportunity.. who did not need to crack jokes to be funny… who was a Foosball champion of the day (Luiza was upset that the sisters lost).. who asked me to write his name in Hindi for him…

- Maria…. Luiza’s sister…. the one who has a smile like Cameron Diaz.. I swear…. you need to see her to believe it.

- Selma.. Luiza’s cousin… one of the warmest people I have met in this trip… we spoke about India… about Brazil… about life.. about Christmas.. about random things… and laughed a lot… Selma has a beautiful heart… you can feel it right from the moment you hang out with her…

- Isadora… selma’s boyfriends neice… How did i manage to find this little angel in the party.. well.. the little angel found me.. she had never met a indian girl before … so, Neesha and I gifted her a packet of Bindis.. and Isa loved it so much she would hold my hand and walk around… just hug me randomly…. her smile melted my heart… the Brazilian kid with the Bindi.. Ill never forget her

- Juli…. Luiza’s neice.. her cousin Patricia’s daughter… Juli is 8 I think.. but she has the maturity of a 28 year old.. she taught me portuguese… my professor… there was something so proper about her… she gathered herself so well and walked around I seriously could not believe she was 8…

- Patricia… Juli’s mom… this woman cant be the mother of a 8 year old.. you see her and you’ll think she got out of a college 2 years ago. Unbelievable truly.

- Rafael… Luiza’s cousin.. when I met him first, it was his smile that struck me… something about his smile…. makes you want to go up and talk to that person…. well, he also turned out to be a Foosball champion…. runs in the Calandra blood I think..

Ofcourse, I met many others… all her aunts and uncles…(her mom has 5 sisters and 3 brothers).. many more cousins.. neices.. nephews… phew ! Christmas has never been grander for me.. the food was incredible… Rodrigo’s bachalau… lebanese dishes… Avo’s salad…enough to feed an army… the pink bubbly drink which was some wine mixed with some cherries was amazing… the maracuja pudding… neesha’s chocolate mousse… was a food nite to remember. Actually, I think I ate Christmas food from 24th till 27th. Also enjoyed decorating Luiza’s living room before the party with cushions and candles.. cleaning dishes after the party with Lau and Neesha… It was a complete experience.

Thanks Luiza for most incredible Natal of my life. To me, Christmas will always be Luiza.

The lost month… Part 1 – Brazil

The lost month stands for the dates between 22nd October and 15th November when I was busy spending time with Roy and Picklu… Neesha and Brian were also with us in Part 1 of this journey… I think maintaining a blog is very difficult when you just have 4 weeks to holiday with your husband in such an action packed continent like South America. I briefly wrote a summary called ‘Journey with the guys’ outlining what we did. After that, I felt really guilty for not having penned down my thoughts about everything that we did in the past month. This post is a salvage attempt. A post where I hope to recall everything that we did in the past month and put it down in a detailed manner. There are 3 parts to it -

Part 1 – Brazil (The perfect beginning to the holiday and a place I cant wait to go back to)

Part 2 – Buenos Aires (This part may be more pictorial… even if I spend 4 hours thinking about Buenos Aires, I dont think I will be able to say too many nice things)

Part 3 – Peru (Phew ! P for Peru… P for Picchu.. P for Potatoes.. P for Pollo.. and P for Puma.. you will know what I mean later)

Part 1 – Brazil

We started with Rio. Even if I tried, I cannot forget the wondeful time that we had. So, here is my advice on spending 5 days in Rio….. a little touristy but you cant miss the touristy stuff when you are there….

First and foremost, the internet increases your hope in Rio by talking about something called a ‘Rio Pass’. It is supposed to be a pass which lets you do all the touristy stuff like Christ the Redeemer, Sugar Loaf, Samba Clubs, etc. With the objective of saving 50 Reals, we spent half of Day 1 just hunting for this pass. Spotting a Penguin in Rio is more probable than spotting a Carioca who knows about the Rio Pass. When we started getting blank stares even at the Tourist information office, we gave up on the Pass and just decided to get on with things…

So, this is what we did …

- Christ the Redeemer – One of the seven wonders of the world – We took the train up to Christ the Redeemer.. Learning – We went there in the afternoon and the sun is behind the Christ glaring at the lens and hence, photos look pretty pathetic. Moreoever, the crowds in Rio descend on the place making a solo picture of you and the Christ practically impossible. We struggled to take pictures by cutting out the others and the heat got to us and we were pretty snappy by the end of it. However, the soothing face of Christ after the photo hungama was worth the visit. (Cost for this is 48 Reals up and down – you can walk all the way up .. takes around 4 hours in total I think and you don´t have to pay to see the monument if you walk up)

- Sugar Loaf – Its 2 mounts along the coast of Rio with a fabulous view of Copacabana, Ipanema, Boatafogo bay and the city in general…. It has two levels and costs 11 Reals for every level of cable car. After chatting with budget backpackers in the hostel, we figured out a really cheap way to do this. We walked upto Level 1, not very strenuous (if you have done Huyana Picchu) and strenuous (if you want a lazy holiday). We took the cable car to Level 2 and returned to Level 1 by cable car too. That was just 22 Reals. And we hung around till 7 pm in Level 1 and that is the time the place shuts down. So, they just send you down for free by cable car. Potentially, did this at half the cost. The view up there was fabulous but being stuck on top (without a jacket) and hiding from the chilly wind was a part I would have liked to skip.

- Copacabana and Ipanema – If you hear about Brazil, you hear about beaches. And if you hear about beaches, you here about these 2 beaches… Sandy beaches with Caparinha, Coconut water and Beer flowing from the stalls takes care of the thirst on a hot day… Perfectly fit Brazilians playing foot volley, cycling, running, exercising, swimming make you feel obese… Fancy hotels (where they say people like the Rolling Stones love to stay) tower on the other side… Whatever the case, wear your skimpiest, suck in your stomachs and head for this place. (Watch out for the perfect spot to hang out.. there are numbered posts along the beach… some of them stand for locals, some for kids from the favelas and some for gays even… so, scout aruond and hang out in the place you feel most comfortable)

- Prainha – the beach so bloody beautiful that you don´t crib about the 1.5 hour hot bus ride to that place… a beach for surfers (which means fit hot men), the only way to get there is through this bus called the Surf Bus. The Surf Bus leaves Largo do Macado Metro in the morning at 7 am and 10 am and gets to Prainha 2 hours later. The same bus gets back in the afternoon. The bus costs only 3 Reals.. the real catch however is not the cost or the time or the distance… its the bus itself…. Finding the bus and where it will stop is an adventure… No one really knows about the Surf Bus (It is ´Rio Pass´family)… So, perseverance pays off if you hang around long enough and hang out with people who look just as lost as you do waiting for the bus.. the bus will find you..

- Botanical Garden or Jardim Botanica – If you want to see wierd plants, creepy trees and stuff like that, this is your place. Though Brazil comes up with fabulous flowers and fruits and all, the botanical stuff is outright creepy to look at. There is something extremely carnivorous about their plants for some reason. Only the orchids looked normal… I was quit worried walking around (they did have man eating plants there). Anyway, finding a grass patch to sleep may not be a good idea thanks to the wierd reptiles I saw slithering around).

Football – If you are in South America, please head to the nearest football stadium for a match. We went for the match between Fluminense (a Rio team) and Palmeiras (a Sao Paulo team). The non stop singing, cheering, swearing makes the football experience a multi cultural experience. Go with a local and learn the song. Take bottles of water. Slap some sunscreen on. (The only thing more exciting than watching a match in Maracana is supposed to be watching a match in Bombanera, which the guys did)

- Feira, Feira and more Feiras – Feiras are street fairs.. flea markets.. hippie fairs.. and this city has tons of them… Hit Feira Nordestina f
or the food on Sundays and Hippie fair of Ipanema for jewellery.. and Feira Laranjeiras to catch some live music…

- Nightlife in Lapa – A place where they serve alcohol in little chai cups in the streets (the plastic ones in India)… An aqueduct by day and a quiet place, Lapa turns into a Riot at night with music blaring from every little crevice, alcohol pouring from every stall and people moving their bodies in the jam packed atmosphere. You cant be in a Lapa frame of mind if you are not sloshed. However, to just experience the place without drinking, just take a walk and check out the madness.

- Santa Teresa neighbourhood – A Bohemian neighbourhood with quaint cafes, overpriced souvenir stores and a Capoeira Angola school, its a place worth visiting only for the exiting crowded tram ride for 60 cents.

- Samba Escola – Who said you can´t see the professional Samba when it is not Carnaval. The schools of Samba practice all year long for the Carnaval. Head to Mangueira, the most popular Samba School (close to a Favela). The party doesn´t start before 1 am or 2 am and hence, if you are tired (like we were), skip this. Else, take a nap during the day and head there at midnight to hang out till the wee hours of the morning. Some of the aunties dancing will remind you of Bandra Gym (thats what Neesha tells me), but the real fun starts at 3 am or something like that. We missed that.

- Escaderia Selaron- The guidebooks may not recommend this amazing tiled staircase in the Lapa neighbourhood, but its a must visit. A chilean artist Selaron decided to convert a boring old staircase into a moving work of art by pasting tiles from all over the world. What makes it fascinating is the fact that he keeps changing the tiles and hence, the staircase never looks the same… Take a tile from your country and he will put it up for you. Meet Selaron there.. you cant miss him.. he is always wearing Red and has a huge mustache.

- Graffitti gazing – Walk around the city checking out fabulous graffittis… The graffitti speaks so much about the city and its people… ( I have an entire photo album called Graffitti gallery .. check it out on the link)

Apart from the above stuff, we strongly recommend the following things -

- Coffee at small cafes in the morning (Brazilian strong stuff)

- Kilograma food (food per kilo)

- Tapioca with chicken at the beach stalls

- Greasy Pasteils at snacky places

- Coconut water or Beer.. both are mild and refreshing.. (If its beer, have Brahma or Skol)

- Caparinha at the beach stalls

- Cold Acai (a fruit drink)

So…. though our days were loaded in Rio with things, there is something about the air in Rio which makes things seem relaxed.. easy.. slow… Go with the pace.. You can´t help but fall in love with Rio. They did not say Blame it on Rio for nothing.

From Rio, our next destination was Ouro Preto, a colonial town in Minas Gerais. The region famous for Gold mines and fantastic Brazilian food, we decided to head there to give our Brazil leg a small town touch. The highlights of Ouro Preto -

- Food at Maximus.. its the best damn restaurant… Pay per kilo or pay for the buffet.. whatever you choose, it doesn´t matter… the mouthwatering dishes will make you go back for a few meals. Dont be surprised if you stay 2 days in this town and eat 3 meals out of 4 at this restaurant. Wth the local cops for company, its as local as it gets.

- Church overdose – Ofcourse, when you are in a colonial town known for the churches, you visit some of them. They are beautiful.. and if you have not overdosed on churches in Europe, you will find this fascinating.

- The souvenir stores – This little town is full of stores selling T shirts, handicraft stuff and little things that make you want to shop. The ceramic (orpaper mache) lady dolls at the windows of the stores call out to you and you can´t say no.

Just walk around this small town with cobble stoned streets… you will discover small cute things along the way.. a fabulous break from a big city..

From Ouro Preto, we headed to Sao Paulo by bus before taking a flight to Buenos Aires.

We said goodbye to Neesha and Brian in Ouro Preto, reached Sao Paulo in the wee hours of the morning only to be locked out of the hostel for a couple of hours, killed time with a Romanian guy and an English guy outside the hostel door, spent the day lazing around Sao Paulo, partied with Luanda in a samba club called Odoborogado (which means awful) at night and woke up early to head to the airport….

For the guys, 10 days in Brazil was fabulous…. For me, I can´t get enough of Brazil…. Come Christmas and I will be back in Brazil and you will see more sunny sandy blog posts…

Till then, look out for the posts on boring Buenos Aires, P for Peru, Un-Bloviable, Chilean cocktail and exotic Easter Island.

Journey with the guys…

Its been a little more than 3 weeks and some crazy country hopping that I have been doing. Roy and Picklu landed up in the 3rd week of October and we spent about 10 days in Brazil, 6 days in Argentina (just Buenos Aires) and 10 days in Peru… They have left for India and now, Im pretty much facing the road alone till I meet Neesha in Chile.

As you can see, I have had no time to update the blog with stories from all these places….. I have seen and learnt so much but come to one conclusion that spending a few weeks here and there is not good enough to soak the culture of the place entirely. However, having said that, in a short span of time, I have come to realise that Brazil is the place I love the most (among all the places I have visited) and I can’t wait to go back… Afterall, this trip did start with the objective of visiting Brazil for Capoeira.

The journey with the guys included this -
- Classic sunny 5 day tourist Rio (With Caparinhas and the beach included)

- Gastronomical Ouro Preto (The best food we ate in Brazil was at Maximus)

- Transit through Sao Paulo with one night at a Samba club
- Crazy 6 days in Buenos Aires (One city I couldnt figure out at all)

- Mystic Machu Picchu for 2 days (with Picklu pretending to be Indiana Jones)

- Stones and more stones at Cusco and Sacred Valley (We had Inca stones, Pumas and Condors coming out through our ears)

- Choppy boat ride in Lake Titicaca (Supposed to be one of the 7 natural wonders of the world.. or was that our tour guide)
- Quaint Arequipa

Umpteen flights and bus rides, taxi rides, hopping on and off public transport, tons of walking, very little drinking, hunting for good food, shopping, looking for wi-fi zones, cleaning dishes at hostels, searching for cheap laundry came with this journey…

As and when I get the time, I will keep fleshing out the above journey. In the meantime, I am spending all my free wi-fi time figuring out my solo leg in Bolivia, which starts tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Rio with Ronaldo and Renata

God was partial when he created a few places in the world. Rio is definitely one of them. I spent a good 8 days in Rio and balanced life like a local and a tourist. Though the most popular tour in Rio is called ‘Be a Local Tour’, one can only experience local life if you live with a local. We were fortunate to spend the first few days with a Brazilian couple Ronaldo and Renata, who were couchsurfers. (For those of who you dont know what couchsurfing is check here.

Reaching Rio on a cloudy Friday evening, Neesha and I were tired after the bus journey from Sao Paulo. Though the buses are super luxury buses (about 3 times more legroom than a normal Volvo, temprature controlled air conditioning and a clean loo inside the bus), we were exhausted from carrying our bags from Novo Rodovario (Bus Station) to the place we were gonna stay. Our hosts were Ronaldo and Renata and in Brazil, one calls them Honaldo and Henata. Many times, I have almost landed up calling them Honata or Henaldo. Its tongue twisting initially, but you get used to it.

Local life was restricted to 3 days before Roy, Picklu and Brian landed up. For those who are not aware, this is the leg of my journey where my husband Roy and our friend Picklu join me for a month to travel around and Neesha’s husband Brian joins her. So, the next month will see a lot of ‘tourist action plus hopping around South America like you are never gonna return’. Travel may be rushed and posts may be touristy. Football may suddenly take priority over Capoeira (Courtesy all 3 men). We may be seen with a lot more alcohol in our tables (Courtesy Roy and Picklu). We may not see vegetables for sometime (Courtesy Picklu the meateater).

Anyway, before I begin to describe that leg, the time spent with R&R (shall use that instead of Ronaldo and Renata) is titled ‘Atypical Rio’. Everything unusual that could happen in Rio happened to us in those 3 days. Usual for Rio – Unusual and unexpected for us.

When you think of Rio, you think of sun and sand. The weather we got was cloudy, drizzling and gloomy. Imagine not seeing the statue of the Christ or the hilly terain of the city for 3 days. (On a bright sunny day, you can spot Christ from any corner of Rio) 3 days in Rio and we went nowhere near the beach.. the water… I guess thats one of the first thing anyone does in Rio… walk to Copacabana Beach or Ipanema beach. Ronaldo was also the most atypical Brazilian you can come across in all of Brazil. He doesn’t like the sun or the sand. (There is a money making opportunity here – Meet the only man in Brazil who does not like to go to the beach) Hence, we just hung out with R&R doing what they normally do – unwind in the weekend.

Rio is known for its nightlife… the samba… And indeed, the day we landed up in Rio, R&R had a party to attend at Lapa, the most lively neighbourhood. The party was supposed to start at 12 and our hosts intended on arriving there at 1, early according to them. Considering that we wind up parties in India around that time, we sleepwalked to the party at 1. We were expecting Samba or local music. Guess what… the party played blaring techno and some heavyduty dance music, which I had never heard before. The party was actually hosted by a friend of theirs, who owns a publishing house. It was a party for journalists, PR people and creative people. The party was in the office, which was equipped with a bar and a dance floor. I guess its pretty normal for an office in Rio to get converted into a disco at night. Maybe not. But, we were fortuante to experience something like that. However, since we were not drinking or dancing, we excused ourselves extremely early (around 230) and reached home and crashed.

Day 2, we walked around Laranjeiras neighbourgood (Laranjeiras means orange) and checked out the local Feira (fair) with them. With musicians performing Chorinho (a kind of samba) and some lovely art and craft stalls, it was a relaxing evening. In Rio, things happen when and where you do not expect them to happen. Right in the midst of a really Brazilian evening, a bunch of Brazilian women dressed like ‘Middle Eastern women’ started to perform a belly dancing show. Though it did not look very typical, the crowd were happy to cheer for a group of women clad in exotic colours (somewhat skimpy). There was one old Brazilian man (very cranky) complaining about the exotic dance and after a couple of minutes, we decided to lose him in the croud.

That day, we also tasted our first Brazilian meal outside at a local restaurant called Tasca D’Edgar. Rice, Fejoiada (Beans and meat), Farofa (somewhat like Upma) and 3 different kinds of Pastel (Brazilian flat spring roll) is what we ordered. Was enough to feed an army. After seeing all the meat that was floating in the beans, I desperately started to scrape every last leaf of spinach from another dish. The meat in Brazil can be extremely scary… Shall not describe it cause vegetarian friends of mine who are regular visitors to the blog may stop reading my posts. But, there is no limit to your imagination when it comes to what they can eat. Go ahead and imagine.

More rain on Sunday in Rio and we decided to stay indoor and chill out. Ronaldo’s friend Tiago and his girlfriend Lola landed up for lunch and we discussed many things about Brazil and travel. Tiago did his masters project on life in a Favela and actually lived in a Favela for 2 years. Ofcourse, when you look at him (he is 6 ft tall and huge), you would realise that it may not be very dangerous for someone his size. Humorous by nature, he made us laugh with his stories about how he met Lola (guy meets girl in a bar). I amused them with my ability to eat chilli sauce. The brazilian chilli sauce or Molhos pimenta is not even half as spicy as gongoora chutney from Andhra Pradesh. (They saw a huge money making opportunity – Meet the girl who can finish half a bottle of chilli sauce)

End of the day, I was craving for coffee. Ooops.. I forgot to mention one more aty
pical thing about this couple. They don’t drink coffee. Imagine meeting a Brazilian who doesn’t drink coffee. They both drink Chocolate milk. And they did try to explain to me that Nescal (a brand of Nescafe) had some fantastic advertising of chocolate milk and hence, their generation in Brazil were converted very young. Thats crazy. Imagine 25 – 30 year old South Indians drinking only Milo instead of Filter coffee. Anyway, since I was partially braindead, not having drunk coffee for 18 18 hours, they decided to take me to a coffee shop. With R&R, it is never predictable. With one million tiny places serving strong Brazilian coffee in mini cups, we instead went to a cool bookshop which served ‘Italian coffee’. Atleast, the menu had Cappucino et all.

R&R had extremely different interests too and that made the stay all the more diverse. Ronaldo loved to walk around. Renata loved to drive around. Ronaldo loved watching movies. Renata liked to plan holidays. Ronaldo loved cooking. Renata loved eating out. Ronaldo loved pulling Renatas legs about how long she took to get dressed to head out. Renata just ignored Ronaldo. Ronaldo supported Fluminense football club. Renata supported Flamengo. Ronaldo wanted to just wanted to cross the border to Argentina for their first holiday. Renata thought about exotic international locations far away from Brazil. Ronaldo worked in the second half. Renata worked in the first half. A whole ton of differences.. and thats what made them the perfect example of an ‘opposites attract’ couple.

A perfect start to the days in Rio De Janeiro, Neesha and I gave our goodbye kisses to R&R and left for Hostel Vila Carioca. Roy, Picklu and I were planning to stay in the hostel, while Neesha and Brian decided to stay with a friend of theirs Moana in Laranjeiras.

The guys arrived the next day…. and that was the beginning of the ’5 Days in Rio’ chapter… My post on those 5 days shall be put up according to Brazilian standard time. (If you dont know what I am talking about, you will when the post comes up)